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Dareon 1.5% Margin of Error

Joined: 08 Jul 2002 Posts: 328 Location: Alaska, you fools! Stop being surprised!
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 5:48 am Post subject: RTSG Round Five: Time To Make A Saving Throw! |
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Round Five
Time to Make a Saving Throw!
The snow, fire, and gunfire of the previous round melted into darkness and a mild phosphorescent glow, broken by an occasional torch. Oppressive moist heat washed over them, and even the hardiest of sponsors found themselves sweating or panting. Ralph coughed, and a small ball of flame appeared in his left hand, illuminating the area. He looked around him, perplexed.
"What in the multitudinous hells..." Letting the fireball drift around his head, he pulled out his handheld and whacked it a couple times, poking several buttons and growing more perplexed as he did. He finally looked up at the contestants.
"Well... I would welcome you to Neverwinter, Jewel of the North, but it seems we're not there, despite what this thing's telling me. FRN 57841 my horns..." He muttered the last sentence and flicked a few switches. "Hmm... Pocket universe?" He looked around. It was then that the contestants heard it. A long, low, hissing chant, like a nest of snakes at a religious service. Ralph jumped, and typed in a few commands.
"Got it! Pocket universe, saurian inhabitants, divine society, matriarchal from the sound of the chant's leader... Oh, great."
"What?" Batman asked, mouth twisting in a small frown. Ralph looked up at him and shrugged.
"90.75% probability that we're in the Source Stone, with a 1.5% margin of error either way. This is not the most accurate of forecasters."
"What's that?"
"Well, I'd need to go into a bit of history of this world for that. See, ages ago there was a race of bipedal saurian creatures - lizardmen, if you will - and the world was much warmer. Eventually the world cooled off, and many of the lizardmen sealed themselves in a pocket universe inside this Source Stone, which maintained the heat of their jungles of home. This heat leaked out into the surrounding environment, leaving an area free from the snows of winter. It was here that Halueth Never founded the city of Neverwinter.
"If that chant is any indication, we've arrived towards the end of their period of stasis. The Source Stone will basically explode soon, in a volcanic eruption that would wipe out the city of Neverwinter - along with a good portion of the civilized world - and usher in a new age of rule by the Creator Race, the lizardmen. Those softskins that weren't killed in the global heat wave would be enslaved and forced to rebuild the cities of the Creator Races, as it was ages ago."
Ralph shrugged and continued. "It's not much of our concern, but if some of you want to try and stop them, it's your call. I have to get back to headquarters and check things. Something's wrong, I'm sure of it. Do try not to die in my absence. Protections are in place, but it may still be technically possible to die." He disappeared once more, his fireball winking out.
Location: Source Stone, Neverwinter Nights
Special Rule: Pick Up Gun and Waffle Iron and Shoot Troll
As the overstory says, you're in what's basically a bunch of tunnels honeycombed through a large amount of rock. The tunnels spiral, twist and turn like snakes at a disco, occasionally opening into larger halls and chambers. Phosphorescent lichens and mushrooms grow here and there, and torches burn in wall sockets or wedged between rocks occasionally, mostly serving no greater purpose than to make the darkness gloomier. There's a jungle heat in the air, and not a breath of wind to cool it. Occasionally the walls are lined with large vertical crystalline crypts holding members of an impressively large saurian race. Yet others stand in motionless stasis in beams of light. These are the Creator Race, those still sleeping until the time comes to awaken. An occasional open crypt along the walls or a shattered one in the middle of the floor tells that they have slowly been awakening. You have no way of knowing how many were in beams of light, but judging by the chanting coming from deeper in, there are a lot of them...
The Creator Race is really your basic lizardman. Large, strong, not too big on tactics. Most of them are warriors, but there are a few shamans scattered here and there. For those of you unfamiliar with Dungeons & Dragons, you can consult here to give your descriptions of battles a little flavor. Basically, although this is not in keeping with tabletop rules, consider shamans capable of casting just about any Sorceror/Wizard or Cleric spell of level 7 or below. Note that they wouldn't be very likely to use spells that would damage the environment, though. Things like Earthquake, Shatter, etc. are a no-go. And pay attention to the area of effect. A Fireball in a 10x10x10 room is going to HURT. Also, both warriors and shamans could use practically anything from the Simple, Martial or Exotic weapon listing, but tend to favor melee weapons.
If you want to try and stop (or help) the Creator Race, contact me. No minigame or anything, I'll just throw your characters into the overstory posts. Let me know and have your characters free to do stuff by two hours before round's end.
For your information, this universe is Faerun, Forgotten Realms. As such, most of the things from official campaign settings and sourcebooks and splatbooks and pamphlets and Dragon articles and... *deep breath* every other supplemental information for Forgotten Realms can apply. Typically 3rd Edition/3.5, just so you know. NWN itself is a slightly bad adaptation of the 3rd Edition rules. How bad, you ask? I have skill points in Discipline and Parry, is how bad.
Special Rule: Pick Up Gun and Waffle Iron and Shoot Troll One goblin leaps onto the table, swinging its axe at your head. The other drops low, thrusting its dagger toward your knees. What do you do? All public votes this round must be described.
THE FOLLOWING MINIGAME IS NOT HAPPENING!
Minigame: Hall of Doors Deep within the labyrinth, a number of enormous wooden doors line the walls. These doors open to wondrous realms, some of which may be familiar. Those who endeavour to enter these realms may find riches beyond their wildest dreams. Each step deeper into the realms is guarded by a... guardian... who asks fiendish questions about the universes the contestants come from. This is a multiple-difficulty paper trail. Choosing a harder difficulty will naturally garner you a better reward, but you will most likely have to have thorough knowledge of the subjects in question to answer some questions. You may only claim one reward for one trail. If you choose to follow the others to find out what they are, feel free. In the case of multiple submissions, I will take the one I received first. So if you solve the easy one, send it in, and then solve the hard one because it wasn't as hard as you thought it would be, you'll only get the easy prize. To solve the puzzles, place the answers in the address http://www.merchantguild.net/~dareon/rtsg/5/answer.txt in the place of the word "answer". Answers should be all lowercase, no spaces. Numbers use typical numerals (1, 2, 3, 42, etc). To claim a prize, e-mail the codephrase given on the page to neored13@pobox.mtaonline.net . Even though I will quite likely have a good idea of who you are from private voting and other minigames, include "Round 5 Minigame" in the subject, and who you are in the body of the e-mail.
Easy: Past Door. As your hand closes about the black iron handle, a soft, cobwebby voice whispers into your mind, loosing memories long locked away to tumble giddily past your consciousness. The voice whispers: "<equestion>?"
Medium: Future Door. Your hand makes contact with the palmprint reader set into the wooden surface, and a slightly reverberant, synthesized voice sounds around you. "Which boss was removed, along with its entire level, from the Kirby's Dream Land function of Kirby Super Star?"
Hard: Alien Door. You stand for a moment, wondering just how to open this door, as the lock mechanism seems too complicated for a human mind to fathom, much less operate. Suddenly, your mind is filled with a rush of color, taste, and smell, which slowly forms into a longing to know the answer to this question: "In the Batman comics story "The Joker's Utility Belt", what is contained in the second compartment of said belt?"
AGAIN, THIS IS NOT HAPPENING! I ran out of time to do this minigame, and so just scrapped it. It's here to show you how it would have been, and you can follow the first Medium question and the Hard path all the way to the end. Don't bother sending in the codephrases, I won't reward you for them. I'll post the list of answers at the end of the round, just to avoid further clutter of the opening post.
Really Trivial Pursuits
Stop! Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see. Or not, as you like. I don't even know what this bridge is supposed to be spanning. As always, e-mail for private votes and quiz answers is neored13@pobox.mtaonline.net .
1) What is the name of the Forgotten Realms god of knowledge?
2) Name two of the three items Ophala Cheldarstone sends you to retrieve in Chapter One of the official campaign.
3) What do the following five words have in common: Usagi, fanservice, angel, beefcake, and swordfish?
Round Four Answers
1) The Hitman, Agent 47. BONUS: OG's Diner.
2) Desperate Revenge. I was stunned at the fact that EVERYONE got this wrong. A couple of people gave scenarios from the beginning of the game, and I can only assume they thought the emplaced guns could be picked up and carried. One or two answers were submitted that were too late in the game as well. It is true that you can obtain Heavy Machine Guns in the Rebel Base - Sewers and later missions, but the earliest point is in Desperate Revenge. Just collect as much sniper ammo as you can, then snipe everyone BUT the person you're supposed to snipe from the guard tower. One of them is an armored trooper with, yes, a Heavy Machine Gun. Then grab another longarm and run in guns blazing (Although approaching the house where your target is will trigger the spawning of six SMG soldiers).
3) 722, according to the site I saw. I would accept 700 and above. There were a lot of conflicting reports when I googled to find the answer as you would have. Most sites said 722, but a few had less.
YOU Try Getting This Party Down a Five-Foot-Wide Hallway
Musculotonics
Drizzt Do'Urden - FRN 40231 - Rain - Guenwhyvar - 26 WP, 5 JP - Moonlight Robe, 1 Sonic Cannon - Low Negative
Conker - CNK 00003 - AsylumXKP - 23 WP, 11 JP - 1 Birch Ring, 1 Cure - Low Positive
Keitaro Urashima - LVH 00984 - Moogle - Tama-chan - 39 WP, 23 JP - 1 Magi-Water, 1 Rock - Medium Negative (HEALING CAP!)
Master Chief - HLO 07074 - Peptuck - Cortana - 30 WP, 14 JP - 1 Rock, 1 Lucky Coin - Low Positive
Queen Brahne - ZDN 30201 - Simplistic Hero - 15 WP, 9 JP - Insane Positive
Red Okonogi (Alkaiser) - SGF 69580 - Thirdtwin - 37 WP, 23 JP - 1 Magic Stone - Low Positive
Cerebrotonics
Edward Wong Hau Pipelu Tivrusky IV - BBP 02438 - BlackMage - 11 WP, 23 JP - Medium Positive
Culex - SMR 42860 - Wayne - 20 WP, 38 JP - 1 Unlucky Coin - Heavy Positive
Lisa - SKN 29875 - Luna - Guri the Goblin - 18 WP, 34 JP - 1 Hyperion Bazooka - Medium Negative (HEALING CAP!)
Bud - SKN 29875 - Nif - 14 WP, 26 JP - Moonlight Robe - Low Negative
Darth Malak - STW 65208 - San Draco - 20 WP, 32 JP - 1 Rock, 1 Cure - Medium Positive
Viscerotonics
Sora - HCK 25006 - Baka - 23 WP, 23 JP - Insane Positive
Jedah Dohma - VSV 79523 - LordLocke - 17 WP, 17 JP - Heavy Positive
Hisame Shizumaru - SAM 29823 - CarlyCheeese - 24 WP, 24 JP - Dark Robe, 1 Cure, 1 Purple Eye, 1 Soul Crystal - Low Positive
Cyan Garamonde - WOR 87349 - Magus - 34 WP, 34 JP - 1 Time Twister, 1 Purple Eye - Low Negative
Sly Cooper - SLY 28930 - Procyon - 35 WP, 35 JP - 2 Power Cure - Low Positive
Tachibana Asuka - SYD 32684 - Seril - 28 WP, 28 JP - 1 Power Cure - Low Negative
Nova Shido - RYE 57230 - Helmar - Mokona - 33 WP, 33 JP - 1 Time Twister - Low Negative
Jason Soe - EVM 00002 - Curley W - 25 WP, 25 JP - Completely Ludicrous Positive
Akira Kazama - RVS 37305 - Kyo - 23 WP, 23 JP - 2 Magi-Water - Low Negative
Fallen
Muscle Cramps
Knight Rayjack - IZN 00522 - Pin - 8 WP, 6 JP
Terry Bogard - KOF 92004 - Switchblade - 13/8 WP, 6 JP - Fang Amulet
Nosferatu Zodd - BZK 39325 - Tenshi Kain
Brain Farts
Khrima - ADV 00230 - Alexander Krizak
Yoshi - MAR 69875 - net-cat 8 WP, 14 JP
Bellyaches
Bruce Wayne (Batman) - DCC 62579 - Coin - 1 Power Cure
Nabeshin - EXL 00001 - JSG - 1 Time Twister
Darth Revan - STW 10094 - Onyx - HK-47 13 WP, 13 JP
Sidekicks
Kirby - KRB 25889 - Bugenhagen - Viscerotonic
Toadette - MAR 59602 - Fnord - Paratrooper - Viscerotonic - 11 WP, 11 JP
AquaMan - RKM 52922 - Glinda - Musculotonic
Geese Howard - KOF 21991 - Dry31 - Musculotonic - 1 Cure
Again, these items are only those added to you, and I hope you remember which of you have amulets. I'm honestly not doing a very good job here with the tallying of items and all. Fairly good idea, poor execution.
This round will end in 23 hours and 15 minutes.
"It's got a +9 against ogres!"
Edit: I always forget something. This time, Kyo's damage.
Edit2: AND Moogle's WP/JP. Off-by-10 error. Any others, while I'm here?
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CarlyCheeese Scarlet Rain Silence

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 1192 Location: Koka-In Temple
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 5:55 am Post subject: |
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Casting Glass Shield.
- oh hey, that's first, ain't it o.O _________________
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CarlyCheeese Scarlet Rain Silence

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 1192 Location: Koka-In Temple
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 6:55 am Post subject: |
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Hisame Shizumaru - 5:1
Shizumaru stumbled through the twisted caves in a daze, head spinning and stomach none the better. The heat wasn't helping in the least, either - it was probably what was causing his daze, after all - and the injuries done to his body by Nova and Cyan were dragging him down, making his body weak and forcing him to struggle along. Ameki had much more stamina to withstand such attacks, and he'd rather rudely left them to Shizumaru to deal with - and the worst part of it was, since he'd been let out and was satisfied, he wasn't likely to speak up again for another day. After that, the pestering would begin and Shizumaru could snap right back - but for now... nothing.
He collapsed some distance away from the rest of the tournament, breathing heavily against the mossy wall, staggering and trying desperately to stay awake - if he could get through the transformation back, then he would be fine as if it had never happened (to a point - the scars would be wide open and raw). With his condition as it was, and no Ameki to guide him, it would take much longer to complete, but he was set on doing it anyway. He breathed through his mouth, inhaling the hot air, and tried to begin changing back... if he was able to manage it.
His fingernails began to wither up right at the point they'd been at before - whatever water there was in the nails was drying out, leaving them to crumble and fade away in the wind. It was the same with his ears - they were slowly receeding and flattening out to their normal curve, tightening up where the point had been enough to where it would fall off on its own. It was excruciating, having to wait for all of the changes to happen before he could proceed on to the next step - Ameki could do it so much faster that it didn't seem fair at all. It didn't take terribly long for the fingernails and ear-points to crumble away, so he decided to push forward with the next step... the hair.
One tuft after another of snow-white hair fell from his head, replaced by thankfully familiar blood-red. Even though the timing of a tuft-drop to hair growth was flawless, finding the energy to do it fast was tiresome, and after about ten minutes at it, only half of his natural hair color had been restored - it was something very strange to look at, in truth. His speed couldn't be helped, though, especially after the stunt Ameki had gone and pulled, attacking everyone on the fly like that. Probably was deliberate in stalling his transformation back, Shizumaru thought - nothing slowed one down more than injuries that wouldn't heal fast.
When the hair was done, he began on the skin - it almost seemed to cool him off as the jaundiced color disappeared and the burns receeded back, though again, the process was slow - he was incredibly tired by now, and wasn't sure if he had the strength to finish the last two tasks after the skin. All of the jaundice color had been receeding into one spot over his heart, slowly creeping back in tendrils, cooling him off slightly when the color disappeared. When the color had all gathered and fixed on the single spot, the final touch was to eradicate it - a little poof of air, and it blew away like dust. It seemed ironic that such change would be compared to dust on a shelf as far as nature went, but that couldn't be helped either. Shikata ja nai.
Next were the horns, the trickiest part - having to make them receed enough so that they would reform the skull bone and skin that they had spawned up from. If they were just dropped, then it would leave exposed what would really be preferable to have covered, most of the time. As the horns slowly shrunk down into his skull again, Shizumaru leant his head forward, closing his eyes to either sleep or concentrate further on the retraction; at this point, it couldn't really be told what he was doing in the minor daze. The process went so horribly slow, however, that it took nearly half an hour to complete - regrowing the skin and the hair as well.
The last part of it all was arguably the easiest, since at that point, Shizumaru had barely any strength left to even attempt to restore the skin that would be left open. He leant forward from the wall, and Ameki's wings went as limp as dead meat, flopping against the pale skin of his back as dead weight - they wouldn't function properly if Ameki's form wasn't in use. They were still usuable, to a fault; they did absorb attacks still, but what was the point if he didn't have the strength to move them? Shizumaru pulled his knees to his chest, and began the last step of the transformation, leaning his head to one side in order to rest his eyes.
From the top of where both wings met his skin, the muscle and bone began to deteriorate, almost ripping themselves off from his body. The rest of the muscle attaching the wings to his skin seperated easily, and the muscles under the skin simply snapped and cut off, leaving the natural muscle to tie up and seal on its own. The bones that were the backbone of the lovely wings were simply pushed out of his body - exposing bloody mass that looked like something out of an unholy nightmare. The skin henceforth was literally torn from the flesh; ripping his natural skin open as the bones pushed out from his body, and in moments, it was over, as the wings fell to the ground, dead and weak.
There was something to be said for devoting at least an hour of time to reverse a transformation which had only taken five minutes, owing to the complexity of what he had to worry about in the later stages. Now that it was over, though, Shizumaru curled up onto the ground, between the dead wings, and simply fell asleep right there in the cave path - he was too tired to even try and stay awake so that he could defend himself against attackers.
Unbeknownst to him, though, someone did it for him in the end, when he woke up a half-hour later. There was a familar face watching over him, asking one of questions and pleading for answers, trying to grasp a hold of something which they couldn't quite understand. It might've been the wings laying beside him that gave it away, or else they simply knew and realized what had been done - but no matter; he was grateful that someone had been watching him. He was not entirely grateful that they were examining the skin of his back, though, but he wasn't sure he minded - he could feel the salty tears of the person above him falling into the open skin, as they looked on and wept for what had happened to someone they had only just met.
Drowsily, Shizumaru reached into the pocket of his kimono jacket, still tied at the waist, and tossed it half-heartedly to who was there. "Make salve paste with it. Don't use all the leaves. If it hurts me..." he couldn't quite see who was there, "... it's supposed to happen. Please..."
The person who held the pouch in her hands was afraid of what could go wrong, if she didn't do exactly what he asked - what if she did it wrong? What if someone came for them? What if - she stopped, and began to think about it. He had, from the looks of it, been through a horrible transformation, and couldn't manage to defend themselves well if someone came along... that, and she was looking for answers to the questions she had as well - wondering if a simple task as applying salves to his back would answer just one.
The girl?
Nova Shidou.
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R-vote to Nova (it's, uhh... in the salves, yeah; they heal shit) _________________
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Seril Eternity Eight

Joined: 29 Apr 2004 Posts: 171 Location: Lost Ground
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 7:02 am Post subject: |
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Asuka ran off into the caves before Ralph even had a chance to speak.
That man... I've been defeated easily. Again.
Asuka stopped once he was far enough away.
What is my purpose in life? I can't protect... and I can't even be a weapon.
Because you are not you.
Asuka spun around, "Who's there?"
You are.
Asuka turned around again. He was face to face with a transucent image on himself, "Great. Now I really am going insane."
Not quite, sorry. You have failed to recognize your existance as a human, so I am here.
"Who are you, then?"
You.
Asuka blinked.
To be more precise, the part of you that has not gone insane.
"..."
You looked for an answer to life, did you not?
Asuka nodded, "All I found was death..."
That is because you were the one to let a few mistakes go to your head.
"What?"
The deaths of Cammy and the others were not your fault. Something that is beyond your power should not have the blame placed on yourself.
"..."
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If anyone finds Auka, he will be sitting down against a cave wall, appearing to be muttering to himself. He will ignore any attempt at human interaction. _________________
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Kyo Little Faith

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 472 Location: Indefinite
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 7:37 am Post subject: |
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Putting up a Glass Shield for now. |
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Onyx Dark Lord of the Sith

Joined: 01 Oct 2002 Posts: 1197 Location: New Jersey
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 7:53 am Post subject: |
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Revan entered the Source Stone. He noticed a small girl with large ears and a rather dorky looking guy glowing with a blue aura that screamed "Ha ha! I mock thee!"
He smacked both with the hilt of his lightsaber.
Then he noticed that a boy and a creature of Chaos were both hurt rather badly.
"Hold on a sec you two! Force Heal!"
He healed their wounds somewhat.
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Again, I'm playing the role of equalizer.
A-Votes
Lisa
Keitaro
R-Votes
Jason Soe (just so the damage record doesn't go unchallenged not that 1 measly R-vote will do anything compared to the insane amount of damage you have already)
Culex _________________
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AsylumXKP ...Back again

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 642 Location: Still Drunk!
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 8:34 am Post subject: |
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Previously, on the last episode of RTSG...
"Here is the vodka, comrade!" said Sergei, showing Conker the loading dock.
"Marvelous."
15 minutes later...
"So, I told the bourgeois capitalist, 'No, YOU go f!@$ yourself!' and then I smacked him with the pan!" said Conker sitting on an empty case of Vodka surrounded with laughing soldiers. The alarms went off and the soldiers rushed off while Conker sat there.
"Now, just because we're poli-- poler-- protoss, doesn't mean we're nothing right guys? Right?" Conker looked around and nobody was there. Conker grabbed another bottle of vodka and downed it.
"Yup. That'll do it." he passed out face first on the ground.
Episode 5: Plunging deep down under.
Conker was still passed out on the ground. But wait, who is that familiar figure near him in red robes and red hat?
"Ahh, now this is what I call vacation! Nothing but me, my +2 Longsword of Reptile Bane, memorized spells, lizardmen MOBs, and tons of precious loot!" said Red Mage walking past Conker with a torch in hand, sword in the other. He stopped past Conker and set his torch down on the damp ground. Pulling out a book he flipped through the pages.
"Lamia, Lammasu, Lillend... Lizardfolk!" Red Mage cleared his throat.
"Medium-Size Humanoid (Aquatic, Reptilian). 2d8+2 Hit dice, +0 initiative, Speed: 30 feet, AC 15 (+5 natural) or 17 (+5 natural, +2 large shield). 2 Claws +2 melee or great club +2 melee, bite +0, javelin +1 ranged... Yadda yadda... Hmm, +3 reflex save and +1 fortitude save... Multiattack feat..." Red Mage closed his book. "Easy."
Red Mage picked up his torch and walked further into the tunnels. Conker was busy trying to make a fortitude roll against puking.
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Red Mage is now walking about the round, ADVENTURING for XP and loot.
Conker on the otherhand is PASSED OUT from the vodka. The most you'll get from him is a "F!@# off." if disturbed. _________________
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Kyo Little Faith

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 472 Location: Indefinite
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 8:34 am Post subject: |
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Using a Magi-Water on myself. |
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Magus Mr. Thou

Joined: 28 Nov 2002 Posts: 445 Location: Mount Zozo
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 9:06 am Post subject: |
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Before anything, Glass Shield is on. _________________
"I am Cyan, retainer to the King of Doma.
I am your worst nightmare..." |
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Dry Seeker of Power
Joined: 06 Nov 2003 Posts: 114 Location: Seeking Power
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 9:20 am Post subject: |
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Geese blinked.
One minute, he'd been working on preparations to go after Bogard, the next he was...here. Wherever 'here' was. He heard someone speaking and turned to face what looked to be a grayscale man. The grayscale man briefed them on the situation and disappeared shortly thereafter, presumably going to his office, wherever that was. Geese frowned and assessed the situation.
He didn't know why he was here, but ultimately, it didn't matter why. What DID matter was that he was here, and there might be unique opportunities to be had. This 'Creator Race' didn't sound like the type that he could deal with...so he would simply have to remove them if they couldn't be manipulated or proved too troublesome. But perhaps he could find something of use in this place, something that would gain him more power. Geese smiled; as he spotted Terry Bogard, his smile widened further. It looked like he would have another chance to destroy Bogard, after all. Still wearing that chilling smile, Geese turned and set off down one of the tunnels... _________________ Luna
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Moogle Chased by destiny

Joined: 28 Dec 2003 Posts: 138 Location: Maryland, USA
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 9:21 am Post subject: |
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"Wait a minute, we're on Faerun? In Neverwinter Nights? I've been waiting for this game to come out for years! It's finally here! And I'm in it! WAHOO!"
"Myuh," said Tama-chan, rolling her eyes in whatever facsimile of eye-rolling that a hot springs turtle would possess.
If Keitaro heard her, he did not register at all, instead continuing to chatter on excitedly about Faerun and all that he knew about it. "One time I was playing D&D with Shirai and Haitani and we played our campaign in Faerun, right around Neverwinter for a while. It was so awesome! We killed goblins and orcs and giants and all sorts of stuff, because we were unstoppable! Especially me! I was playing a cleric of TYR, the greater god of justice, and there was nobody who could stop me!"
On and on Keitaro continued to ramble, telling Tama-chan and anyone within earshot who would stop to listen (and even those who wouldn't) about his adventures with Furedo Furintu, cleric of Tyr, a high Hand of Justice, not to mention all of the foes that Furedo helped vanquish in his time. It easily took up the entire ten minutes that they had to scramble before they started fighting.
When he was done, Keitaro looked around and sighed. "But I guess it doesn't matter," he concluded, sounding quite dejected. "It's not like I'll be able to do any of that stuff now."
He laughed like an embarrassed young man who had just revealed exactly how much of a dork that he was, which, come to think of it, was not far off from the truth. Like he always did when embarrassed, he reached a hand to scratch the back of his head.
Clank.
Something was in the way. He tried again.
Clank.
Keitaro reached his hand in front of his face so he could look at it. It was covered by a metal gauntlet, and gripping the handle of a large steel shield.
"Myuh," Tama-chan said, waving at him. The turtle was suddenly wearing a plate helmet, carrying a smaller version of the shield Keitaro had, and holding a turtle-sized warhammer.
Keitaro looked down at himself. He was wearing full plate armor. He moved around several joints, making sure it was true, and it was, he would know that distinct sound from anywhere (not that he'd ever seen someone in real plate mail before, but he'd heard it plenty of times in his imagination, and it was exactly like he imagined.) He gripped a warhammer in his other hand, and there was a helmet over his head, hence the clank he heard earlier.
Somehow, he'd become the character Furedo that jumped right out of his imagination. Keitaro always had imagined Furedo as just like himself, only in Faerun. So now that Keitaro himself was in Faerun... it was somehow appropriate.
And apparently it was time to bring Tyr's justice to the lizardmen. For once, Keitaro was ready.
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Using JP Glass Shield -11 JP
Stats:
Keitaro Urashima
Musculotonic
5/5 A-Votes
5/5 R-Votes
39/39 WP
12/23 JP
Items:
1 Cure
1 Rock
1 It's Happy Explosion Dynamite!
2 Magi-Water
Equipment:
Harmonium Earring
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Lisa Pumpkin Queen

Joined: 03 Jul 2002 Posts: 1848 Location: Fa'Diel
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Activating Glass Shield
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Helmar Brilliant Reflection

Joined: 23 May 2004 Posts: 57 Location: Cephiro
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Nova appeared in a burst of flame, and quickly ran over to Shizumaru's prone form..
Walking the halls behind her, a very unlucky someone caught the tail-end of the flames.
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Story post forthcoming. Nova is unavailable for interaction at the moment.
Chained TwinSword A-vote to Jason Soe. _________________

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Bud Pumpkin King

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 1464 Location: luz
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Guri insults Jason's mother.
Chaining a-vote to Jason
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Kyo Little Faith

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 472 Location: Indefinite
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Akira walked aimlessly for some time. Some person was in her way, but he was run down by stange lizard-people.
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Magus Mr. Thou

Joined: 28 Nov 2002 Posts: 445 Location: Mount Zozo
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Cyan stumbles in the dark and hits a blonde teen in the head.
Then, he apologizes.
1 chained A-Vote on Jason Soe. _________________
"I am Cyan, retainer to the King of Doma.
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Moogle Chased by destiny

Joined: 28 Dec 2003 Posts: 138 Location: Maryland, USA
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It was easy to hear Keitaro coming as he walked through the halls. The plate mail shifted as he moved and little clinks of metal on metal were normally heard whenever his joints moved.
At one point he saw Jason Soe standing there, several feet away. "Hurt me, please," the boy said. "I want to feel every kind of pain."
Keitaro blinked, but he didn't stop to think twice about it.
He took several steps, intending to shield bash Jason, but slipped on a slick spot on the stone floor that he couldn't see, which resulted in him falling to the floor and sliding to Jason Soe. He still crashed into the boy, his mass impacting around the knees. It was still pain, at least.
"Uh, sorry about that," Keitaro apologized, bowing, as he stood back up and walked off. "What a weird guy," he observed to Tama-chan once they were several feet away.
"Myuh," Tama-chan agreed.
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1 A-Vote to Jason Soe
Stats:
Keitaro Urashima
Musculotonic
4/5 A-Votes
5/5 R-Votes
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Magus Mr. Thou

Joined: 28 Nov 2002 Posts: 445 Location: Mount Zozo
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Cyan Garamonde – 5/1
The Magic Twins
He was awake now. No dreams, no nothing – or maybe, it was all an endless dream. Cyan stumbled across the intertwined dark tunnels without knowing exactly where he was – and sure that he was just walking around in circles. The Magicite flickered slightly, and Cyan nodded – even Maduin wasn’t able to face that… thing and was almost utterly destroyed had he not returned in time.
The azure knight shook his head and leaned against a wall to rest and he stood there for a while – his arms and chest were still wounded, and his magic was low. Unfortunately, he hadn’t brought any Tinctures with him – then again, he’d never guess he would have to rely so much on his magic rather than his sword. The Yuzurenai Negai rested by his side as his body slowly fell to the ground.
“He’s dying.”
“I know… the fight against the demon took its toll against him.”
“He too, could feel our presence.”
“Indeed.”
“It’s time to move out.”
“Soon… This body still can be used for a while longer. Just a little longer…”
“Cure2” The royal retainer said as a green and white light surrounded his body, and he was able to get up again, but the pain was still there, as were the rather big gashes in his body – something was not letting them close, despite the healing spells he had cast on himself.
Slap!
“Ow!”
From an intersection, the scream of what seemed to be a young boy echoed throughout the halls and reached Cyan. The knight raised an eyebrow – it surprised him to see that, aside from demons, rather powerful extra dimensional beings and hotheaded katana wielding teens, there were children there as well. Of course, he thought, it could be a trick. It could all be a dream, a nightmare.
“I TOLD you not to eat that!” He heard a voice of a girl, followed by the sound of a frying pan hitting something very solid.
“Ow! I’m hungry, ok?”
“Food can wait! We have a plan here, remember? Once we take over the world we'll eat whatever we want!”
“Yeah… alright… I have to say, though, this mushrooms can make you see things.”
“Bud!”
Frying pan to head. Again.
“Hey, Mona Lisa, what’s that old creep doing, looking at us?”
The old creep was, of course, Cyan. Much to his surprise, three small children looked at him. A young boy and a girl, with pointy ears and purplish eyes, and a very ugly one – hopefully, not related them, at least.
“Greetings.” Cyan bowed his head. “I am Cyan Garamonde, retainer to the King of Doma.”
Lisa and Bud looked at each other with surprise, not sure of what to do.
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Cyan Garamonde – Viscerotonic
4 A-Votes
5 R-Votes
34 WP
25 JP
1 Cure, 1 Power Cure, Twin Sword, 1 Magi-Water, Purple Eye, Time Twister Items. _________________
"I am Cyan, retainer to the King of Doma.
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Lisa Pumpkin Queen

Joined: 03 Jul 2002 Posts: 1848 Location: Fa'Diel
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"Hi," Lisa began, rather awkwardly. "I'm Lisa, and this is my little brother, Bud. And the -"
"LITTLE?!" Bud exclaimed indignantly. "We're TWINS, Lisa!"
"Yeah, but I'm older!"
"Only by a few minutes!"
"It still cou - oh, never mind. Hush, Bud, this isn't the time to argue." She returned her attention to Cyan. "Anyway, the goblin is Guri. He's our, uh....minion."
"Minion?" Cyan was confused by this designation for the goblin.
"Yep." Lisa nodded. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Cyan."
Bud kicked Guri in the leg. "Say something, slave! Oh, and yeah, it's nice to meet you," he added hastily, before Lisa could chastise him on his own manners.
"Aw, why do I have to...." Guri's voice trailed off as Lisa pulled a thermos out of her pocket and smiled sweetly. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was in it. He gulped. "All right, all right....nice to meet you too, Crayon."
"Cra....excuse me, sir, but my name is Cyan," Cyan said with a frown.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Guri waved his hand dismissively and grinned. "Look, pal, I'm gonna tell you this once, and I'm not going to repeat it. This is what I tell everyone. I'll let you in on a little secret - I'm evil. E. V. I. L. EVIL! So don't forget it!"
Lisa rolled her eyes. "Since when do you keep it a SECRET, Guri? You tell it to everyone who'll listen!"
"Yeah, and even those who don't want to listen!" Bud chimed in.
"Aw, shut it." Guri scowled deeply as Bud and Lisa snickered.
"Evil?" Cyan looked surprised, and a tad dubious. "This creature....your minion....is evil?"
"Ah, don't pay attention to him," Lisa said.
"Yeah, the extent of his evil is messing up people's names on purpose and whining about how he wants to be a prettyboy villain." Bud snorted, and Guri's scowl deepened further.
"In other words, he's harmless," Lisa added, increasing Guri's displeasure.
"Bah, you little brats just wait till I have my bishounen powers back. You'll see then!" Guri muttered.
"We can HEAR you, Guri," Bud reminded him.
"Can it, Blood!" Guri glared at the twins, but they only stuck their tongues out and laughed.
"Ah, anyway....children, would you allow me to accompany you through this labyrinth? It seems altogether too treacherous for children to traverse alone, so I would be honored to protect you while we are here." He bowed a bit.
"Uh, sure." Lisa nodded. "The more the merrier!"
"Then let us be off from here - I fear that it would not be prudent to remain in one place for too long."
And so, the little group began to further explore the tunnels. _________________
SIEG PUMPKIN
Thanks for the lovely sig & avatar, Nif!
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Procyon Raccoon Master Thief

Joined: 05 Jul 2003 Posts: 238 Location: Socorro, NM
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After my little adventure with the tanks, I decided it was time to take a break and see the sight. It had been a while since I'd been to New York, and even with most of it in ruins, there's no place like the Big Apple. So after stops by the Empire State Building, Rockefeller Center, Madison Square Gardens (and taking a few appropriate souvenirs), I was all ready to go for the next mission.
Sly Cooper
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Trouble in Paradissssse
This was a mysterious place - a winding tunnel curled off in both directions, the dark volcanic rock closing in on all sides like a vice. The hot, humid air was oppressively still, without so much as a faint breeze blowing through the passages. Bizarre, glowing mushrooms and mosses coated the floor along either side of the passages, casting an alien aura on the rock surface.
Sly retreated a safe distance from the other competitors, and pulled out his binocucom.
"Bentley, you got a read on my current location?"
There was some momentary static, but eventually the turtle's voice sounded over the binocucom. "...you there, Sly?"
"Yeah, yeah. You got a read on my current location?"
"Sly, my calculations indicate that you're in the middle of a tropical volcano."
"Tropical volcano? Hey, just what I need to thaw out after nearly freezing my tail off back in New York."
"You'll thaw out all right. My geothermal heat readings are off the charts - this whole place is about to explode any minute! Sly I suggest getting out of there as soon as -"
"Not just yet. Is there anything I can get my hands on down here?"
"Well, this area appears to be the home of an ancient saurian civilization, which surely has a few things of interest, but Sly, they're just starting to come out of stasis, and..."
"Relax, Bentley. I'll snag their stuff, and be out of here in no time."
"Alright, Sly, but don't blame me when you come out of there looking like a raccoon charcoal briquette..." _________________
Description 1: Police Dossier
Description 2: The Thievius Raccoonus Online
Chapter 0: Return to Paris 0-1 0-2
Chapter 3: Battle of the Blackness 3-1 3-2 3-3 3-4 3-5 3-6 3-7
Chapter 4: The Red Menace 4-1 4-2 4-3 4-4 4-5 4-6 4-7
Chapter 5: Trouble in Paradise 5-1 5-2 5-3 5-4 5-5 5-6 5-7 5-8 5-9 5-10
Chapter 6: The Jack of Diamonds 6-1 6-2 6-3 6-4 6-5 6-6 6-7
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Bud Pumpkin King

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 1464 Location: luz
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Bud and Lisa marched carelessly down the tunnels with the knight Cyan and goblin Guri following closely behind. Cyan's gaze never moved from the twins while they walked. He'd only just met them, but he felt obligated as a swordsman to make sure they weren't hurt.
"So, what are two children doing in this tournament?" Cyan asked. "Kids like you could get hurt out here."
"They're trying to-" Lisa smacked guri over the head with her broom.
"TAKE OVER THE WORLD!" Bud shouted
Lisa sighed. "I need more broomsticks..."
Cyan stared in disbelief. "Do...what now?"
"TAKE OVER THE WORLD!"
"Just ignore Bud, Sir Cray...er Cyan. He gets a little carried away sometimes." Lisa glared at Bud.
The boy mage gave a nervous laugh and wrapped his arms around the top of his head in defense. "Eh, anyway, onward!" He turned around to begin marching.
Bump.
"Owwww... I think this is a dead end..." Bud rubbed his nose and looked upwards. He couldn't see in the darkness, and began to feel the wall he had just run into. "The texture's different here... It feels...scaly. I think this wall is armored....and wielding a sword."
"Hissss!"
"Bud! Look out!" Lisa shouted.
A tall lizard-creature, three times Bud's height stood before him. It lifted it's sword and swung down to cut the tiny mage in two. Bud stumbled backwards, but couldn't dodge in time. He covered his face, and then heard the sound of clashing metal.
Cyan locked blades with the lizard warrior. Both were struggling, but Cyan's injuries from his previous battles hadn't fully healed. He was losing ground. "You three get out of here!"
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Moogle Chased by destiny

Joined: 28 Dec 2003 Posts: 138 Location: Maryland, USA
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"It's really getting hot in here," Keitaro said as he took off his helmet for the fourth time and wiped his brow with the leather jerkin that padded the underside of his arm.
Tama-chan shook her head, and Keitaro remembered hot springs turtle. Of course she wouldn't care that it was getting hot. He slapped his forehead.
"Ow!" In true Keitaro style, the hand that he used to slap was carrying his warhammer, so he thunked himself a little bit with it. Keitaro being Keitaro, he'd suffered worse blows to the head that hurt him less, but it was still a bit of a surprise. At least there was nobody around to laugh at him.
"Myuh."
Nobody except for Tama-chan, that is.
Whacking his skull with a blunt object did serve to jar his memory, however, of some more of Furedo's talents. There were many things that a cleric of Tyr could do that ordinary people could not, and one such example was particularly relevent in his current situation.
It raised the question of whether or not he would actually have the power of Tyr, since Keitaro certainly was no cleric. Things with the divine worked quite differently in his world, as far as he knew. Furedo was a cleric, but he said his prayers, did his devotions, and all of that stuff. Though, it was because of his character Furedo as an avatar that he was garbed and armed as he was, so it was worth a try...
A quick incantation and suddenly it wasn't so hot in there anymore, thanks to the simple endure elements spell he just called forth. It seemed like he had the power of Tyr after all. Perhaps that would come in handy.
"There," he said to Tama-chan, grinning. "Now I might as well be a hot springs turtle, too." For a moment he paused, then looked up at the ceiling. "Don't get any ideas!"
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Voices echoed from the tunnel ahead of him. The words, he could not quite make out, but at the least he could tell that they weren't the words of lizardmen, because he knew that all lizardmen hissed when they said their 's' sounds.
Slowly, he walked through the tunnel, trying to keep as quiet as he could, heading towards what he was fairly sure was the source of the voices. He followed them for as long as they could, and then suddenly they stopped. But he knew he was going the right way, since they were getting louder up until they stopped. The conversation just must have been over.
Keitaro took another step in the direction that he believed was correct. In the process, he smacked his head against a piece of the ceiling that hung low that he completely missed seeing.
"Ahh!" he exclaimed, trying to shake it off. The problem was that his shout echoed all around him, too, and now he was pretty sure that whoever he was following knew he was there. Furedo or not, Keitaro was still Keitaro, and that entailed certain clumsy maneuvers... such as what he just did. He sighed. Apparently the pantheon of Faerun subscribed to the same cosmic campfire theory as he believed his own world did. Such was his luck - usually nonexistent, but bad when he did have it.
For several tense moments, there was silence, and he could hear only the sound of his breathing. Something was out there, and he was going to see it before it appeared in front of him.
Or at least, that was his plan. But Sly Cooper had other, stealthier plans, and appeared undetected right next to Keitaro. "You know, you could wake up the dead with all that racket."
Keitaro blinked. "Sly? Oh. I guess I should have recognized your voice."
"I was checking out something," the raccoon replied, though slightly annoyed at himself to have given away his position like he did.
"What are you doing here?"
"What I do best... swiping things."
"I was looking around for someone to travel with. I sort of know this place. There's going to be plenty of lizardmen walking the halls, and you probably won't be able to avoid being seen by all of them. Still think you could use a tank?"
Sly took a moment to consider the offer. Their collective stealth factor would be practically non-existent, but with Keitaro looking like that, and seeming to have magic about him, that would more than make up for it. Plus, two heads were definitely better than one.
"Let's go," Sly agreed, and he started walking off down a nearby tunnel. He knew Keitaro was following without looking back.
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Keitaro Urashima
Musculotonic
4/5 A-Votes
5/5 R-Votes
39/39 WP
12/23 JP _________________
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CarlyCheeese Scarlet Rain Silence

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 1192 Location: Koka-In Temple
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Brahne happily jiggled her weight through the halls, shaking the stalactites, an' they fell on her head.
Sora ate a bad mushroom.
Jason woke up and discovered he'd been strangled by a mysterious dark robe.
Things were goin' down in Chinatown.
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Onyx Dark Lord of the Sith

Joined: 01 Oct 2002 Posts: 1197 Location: New Jersey
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The battlefield shifted once more. Now they were in the undercity of Taris, right outside the gates to the Outcast Village. Strangely enough, there were no Rakghouls running around, nor was there anyone in the Outcast Village. They must've made their journey to the Promised Land already.
Revan looked at his opponent. The Dark Lord of the Sith was still strong. Revan had to deal with both Malak and the Hunter. Revan used Force Heal once more to heal himself, but the wounds he sustained were becoming too severe to heal completely. He was losing the battle against his former apprentice, and needed something to give him the advantage once more.
That's when it hit him.
"The power Miracle gave me... gave all of us in that previous tournament. I still have it."
He still had the power Miracle gave him. Seeing as how he got quite far in the tournament, it was a very considerable amount of power, though not quite on the same level of power that his friend Tifa had received from the Fudo monk. Revan had purposely limited himself from using it, as if he turned to the Dark Side, the Galaxy wouldn't stand a chance. However, using the power Miracle bestowed upon him would be more than enough to defeat Malak.
"I have to use it. Even if it means being tempted to the Dark Side, I must. If that temptation comes, I must resist it."
Something inside Revan's essence began emerging, freed after being locked away for a very long time. A rush of pure power came to him. And with it the temptation of the Dark Side. Revan feared this, though he would do his best not to turn.
Malak looked towards his opponent, a look of shock on his face. He could sense the power eminating from the Jedi.
"Revan, what has happened?! Where did you get this power?! Tell me!" Malak demanded.
"It doesn't matter, Malak, as it's something you could never hope to obtain," Revan replied, with a smirk on his face.
Revan walked confidently towards the Sith Lord, twirling his lightsaber a few times.
"Now, my apprentice. Let us finish this!" _________________
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Helmar Brilliant Reflection

Joined: 23 May 2004 Posts: 57 Location: Cephiro
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Nova sat with her back against the wall, alternating between watching Shizumaru’s motionless body and making sure nothing was coming their way. They’d appeared in an obscure tunnel; so obscure that she hadn’t actually seen nor heard any other living beings since their teleportation to this location.
She’d managed to make the paste from the leaves Shizumaru had given her, using the hilt of a sword and a shallow depression in the floor as an impromptu motor and pestle. The paste may have healed his scars, but it obviously hadn’t been a pleasant experience. Nova had been forced to gag him with part of her cape to keep his screams of pain from echoing throughout the tunnel system.
“Gomen nasai….Sorry to have troubled you, Nova.” Shizumaru said weakly, looking at Nova from his prone position. “How…did you know it was me?”
Nova helped Shizumaru take a sip of water, kept cool in the sweltering heat by Mokona. “Your eyes. I couldn’t believe something so cruel could have eyes that gentle. What was that demon?”
Shizumaru closed his eyes and slowly shared his tale. Of a small child, left in the burning husk of his house, left in the arms of his slain mother. Of the old woman who raised the child with a demon in his heart as well as she could, of the insults and assaults from scared townsfolk. Of how the child was saved by a warrior, and how he was trained in the art of the blade. How the child killed the demon that made his life miserable…and how the demon was in fact his father.
He told of the demon’s awakening, and of the Survivor tournaments. How he lost his self to the demon, and how Alma and Mint had managed to return him to his true form. Of apple seeds, and gifts of gleipnir and Dewprism. Of the years since.
“I…had no idea.”
“It’s not exactly something I brag about. Cheer up; compared to me, whatever Ameki sensed in you can’t be that bad.” Shizumaru said as he tried to lift her spirits. When she didn’t answer, he asked tentatively, “Nova?”
Nova gave a small, ironic smile. “I know. You wouldn’t know it from looking at me. Two years ago, I was born from Hikaru’s heart. She thought she had been brought to Cephiro to save the Pillar, Princess Emeraude. In actuality though, she had been brought to Cephiro to kill the Pillar…all because the Pillar had ‘dared’ to love someone more than…no, other than Cephiro itself. Hikaru’s pain was so great that it imprinted on Cephiro itself, causeing the shadow of her heart to appear to comfort her…me.”
Nova’s voice grew pained, and Shizumaru could almost see the tears forming in her eyes. “Before I could find her, she was returned to Tokyo. I looked for her for so long…in the end, I was alone. Then Lady Debonair found me, and comforted me. I didn’t know it at the time…no one did…but she was the manifested fear of Cephiro after losing the Pillar. I…I don’t think it would have mattered to me even if I did know. She’d been the only one to show me any kindness, any warmth.”
“I remember when Hikaru returned to Cephiro, how happy I was that she had come back. Debonair…twisted my feelings. She taught me that the way to make Hikaru happy was to kill everyone she was close to, so they could always be together without any worries or cares.”
“It…it made a sort of sense. Hikaru’s last thought on Cephiro had been of Emeraude and Zagato only being together after they had died. Debonair had made me the mirror image of Hikaru: hating everything she loved, loving everything she hated. It was made only worse because I was Hikaru’s shadow…I knew who she loved before she had even admitted it to herself.”
“In the final battle, Eagle Vision tried to keep me away from Hikaru, tried to protect her. No matter what I hit him with, he still tried to protect her. And because I knew Hikaru loved him, I…I enjoyed hurting him…because it meant they’d be together soon.”
Nova stopped talking, and Shizumaru could hear her muffled sobs. Before he could say anything, Nova continued. “Since Hikaru accepted me as a part of her own soul…since I was reborn…everyone says I’m like a different person. They say I’ve truly become the shadow of Hikaru. But since this tournament started, I’ve been changing…and I’m afraid of what I might become.”
“Before I came here, I was only mildly empathic. I could tell what someone was feeling…probably an extension of the link that let me feel Hikaru’s heart. Since the tournament began, it’s been getting stronger; I’m now also able to sense ‘light’ and ‘dark’ in someone’s heart. And Ruby Inferno…Hikaru never knew a spell like that. Even my armor…” Nova gave her armor a brief glance, running a finger along the metal, cape flowing between her fingers, vividly reminding her that the armor she wore was a copy of Hikaru’s, no longer the white and gold she had always worn.
“Every time I think of how my powers…how I’m changing, I can only think of when Debonair changed me. I’m scared…scared of what I might become. Scared of who I might hurt…” _________________
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Seril Eternity Eight

Joined: 29 Apr 2004 Posts: 171 Location: Lost Ground
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Do you see it now?
After an hour, Asuka still sat against the wall of one of the cavern passages with his eyes closed. "Yes..."
That's it. Your true form.
"How come I can see it now, though? It never came before. Had I of had it before..." Asuka clenched his fist.
Because you had not come to realize your own potential. One who does not respect his place in life, and his place in other's lives, simply cannot proceed.
"I understand." Asuka opened his eyes and looked up. "Thank you."
There does seem to be one question that still plagues you. What is it?
"May I ask who you are, really? You're...not me, that much I know now."
The figure smiled, then, his form began to change. Asuka gasped when he saw the outcome. The figure took a step back, revealing two sides of color to him - White and Black, crackling with an intense lightning-like energy.
"You're the one from the Other Side. The one who killed Ryuho's parents."
Correct. Please do not get the wrong impression. I have my purpose in life, as do you. If destroying his family was the only option that would lead to the saved world, then it had to be done. Balance must be preserved. The figured took a step back. Farewell. Taking another step back, he vanished into the cavern walls.
Asuka stood up. "What is done is done. There is nothing I can do to remedy the sorrow I caused for the previous world. All I can do is continue living." Asuka began walking further into the caverns. _________________

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Peptuck The Warthog...of DOOM!

Joined: 05 Nov 2003 Posts: 572 Location: On Halo and loving it
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Deployment +96 hours:03 minutes:15 seconds (SPARTAN 117 Mission Clock)/ Source Stone, Forgotten Realms universe
The Chief had a plasma sword and a shotgun.
He saw Culex.
Culex said "Let's finish that fight like we were supposed to."
The Chief said "Okay, let's get this over with."
Culex and the Chief fought while making philosophical commentary as to duty and purpose.
The author cursed at his internet connection.
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Wesker tarveled along with the rest of the sponsors.
He saw Batman, and they fought.
The author swore revenge on AOHell.
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Cortana cursed at the lack of technology to hack into.
The author shot AOHell repeatedly.
This sucks. bad internet connection means that my connection in the future is questionable. This sucks majorly. In otherwords, make Master Chief your A-Vote bitch. Good luck, and maybe Coin and Wayne can have fun with the fights like they're supposed to be.  _________________
The Cheeese pwns j00.
"I need a copy of halo 2. im 14 and u know i play games all day so i can test it fo u. MeGanaXX"
Dearest MeGanaXX,
14 what? IQ points? Months? If you mean years, then we're doomed. Tom Brokaw's Greatest Generation better have kept all those WW2 weapons, because they're going to have a battle on their hands when your Hatest Generation of functionally retarded Dew-guzzling molemen tries to take over the world with a combination of idiocy and poor penmanship.
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Wayne Dark Knight of Vanda

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 436
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 3:27 pm Post subject: |
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Roll Initiative, Baby 5-1 - Obligatory Flashback + Dialogue (aren't I creative?)
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Culex didn't really notice the heat around him, but the environment-- much like a cave, with tunnels networking countless expanses of ground together-- suddenly sparked a memory. He had clashed with another warrior and his party in grounds much like this, in the "Underdark," of the same "Forgotten Realms"....
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"Fer a Silver Dragon she didnae put up much o' a fight, eh?" said a Dwarven fighter boisterously, taking a drink of ale-- like any good adventuring Dwarf he'd brought a few kegs with him.
"Of course not." replied one of his comrades, a tall human clad in red, with a thick accent. "Adalon was, after all, up against the greatest magician of Thay. (And some muscle-bound simpletons who helped keep her busy.)"
"What was that, Edwin?" replied their leader, a dark-skinned human man clad in a loose black Monk's gi. "I know you didn't just say something derogatory about Korgan and myself."
"No, of course not, Fearless Leader. (And I am also not planning to Fireball you all while you sleep.)"
Viconia, with her supernatural Drow infravision, had been the first to notice another creature walking through the catacombs toward them. "Would you rivvin cease your pointless babbling? There is someone approaching us."
"Ah, 'rivvin.' That wasn't what you called me last night, Viconia." the Bhaalspawn replied, giving a half-grin with the corner of his lips.
The voluptuous Drow crossed her arms. "No. I believe I called you 'weak' and 'unimpressive.'"
"Haw haw!" guffawed Korgan, and Haer'Dalis joined in with his higher-pitched, almost musical laughter.
"...well, I suppose I deserve that for trying to best a Drow in words or in bed." The Monk shook his head, and then turned to face north, where he could now hear the man Viconia had mentioned approaching.
He stopped about thirty feet away from the group, eyes glowing in the nearly complete darkness around them. Edwin tapped the Bhaalspawn on the shoulder, conferring an Infravision spell to help the other human see, and the party looked over their opponent.
"Greetings." began Culex, bowing. "I am Culex, Dark Knight of Vanda. I have crossed into this dimension to fight for the Dark Mage. I seek to challenge this world's strongest Knights. Will you accept my challenge?"
The Monk raised an eyebrow, and looked over at his allies. "...well, I'm interested. What do you think?"
"Me axes be bloody ready!" replied Korgan quickly, unslinging the Frostreaver; he was already holding Hangard's Throwing Axe in his other hand, eschewing the use of a shield.
"Well, this sparrow is ready to fly... at your command, of course." said Haer'Dalis. The others gave their own respective affirmations.
"Alright." said their leader, nodding towards Culex. "I accept."
His eyes glittered. "En garde!"
Culex - Summon Crystal IV - Culex
Earth Crystal - Summon
Fire Crystal - Summon
Water Crystal - Summon
Wind Crystal - Summon
Bhaalspawn - Attacks Culex (Bhaalspawn did 18 damage to Culex)
Korgan - Attacks Culex (Miss)
Edwin - Lightning Bolt - Culex
Culex : Reflex Save (25) - Evasion (Edwin did 0 damage to Culex)
Haer'Dalis - Offensive Spin - Haer'Dalis
Haer'Dalis - Attacks Culex (Miss)
Viconia - Bless
Culex - Attacks Bhaalspawn (Culex did 42 damage to Bhaalspawn)
Breakdown - 2d8 Weapon + 2d6 Augmented Blows + 19 Str + 4 Enhc + 4 GWS
Wind Crystal - Bolt - Viconia
Viconia - Magic Resistance
Fire Crystal - Flame - Bhaalspawn
Bhaalspawn - Magic Resistance
Earth Crystal - Storm - Korgan (Earth Crystal did 31 damage to Korgan)
Water Crystal - Hydro Blast
Water Crystal did 28 damage to Haer'Dalis
Bhaalspawn - Magic Resistance
Water Crystal did 21 damage to Viconia
Water Crystal did 24 damage to Edwin
Water Crystal did 30 damage to Korgan
Bhaalspawn - Quivering Palm - Culex (Bhaalspawn did 23 damage to Culex)
Culex - Immune
Bhaalspawn did 20 damage to Culex
Bhaalspawn - Miss
Korgan - Attacks Culex (Korgan did 15 damage to Culex)
Korgan - Miss
Korgan did 17 damage to Culex
Edwin - Melf's Minute Meteors - Edwin
Haer'Dalis - Tenser's Transformation - Haer'Dalis
Viconia - Mass Cure Light Wounds - Viconia (All Healed 12 damage)
Culex - Shredder (Dispel Protections)
Haer'Dalis - Dispel
Wind Crystal - Electroshock - Bhaalspawn
Bhaalspawn - Reflex Save (30) - Evasion (Wind Crystal did 0 damage to Bhaalspawn)
Fire Crystal - Corona
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Culex sighed. He was fortunate to have invested so much of his elemental power into a receptacle like the Fire Crystal... in his normal state he had little to bring to bear against large, powerful groups... but the power of Fire was more than sufficient.
Of course, in that battle, his foes were just as cunning as he had expected, and after Viconia had cast Mass Heal they had attacked the crystals instead... and the fight was much longer. In the end they had nearly beaten him, though only the Bhaalspawn and his Dark Elf concubine were still standing by the end of it, resistant as they were to most of his Crystals' powers.
He had raised their allies and given the Monk himself a Quartz Charm. The Dwarf, he remembered, had angrily demanded gold; but Edwin had recognized it at once with an Identify spell and insisted it was more valuable than any monetary reward... as long as he was the one to keep the Charm, of course.
Culex's wandering of foot as well as mind had led him near one of the heavily-crystallized catacombs, and he looked cautiously around the area. Would he be able to challenge the 'Creators'' strongest warrior? Or were there are competitors still from the 'tournament' worthy of the duel?
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I was actually starting on a post with Asuka, in which Culex gives him a Quartz Charm also and lectures him for a bit-- to which the angsting teen replies with a series of "...", thereby making that the easiest dialogue ever-- but apparently I was too slow. *chuckles* Oh well. It's still worth a....
R-vote to Tachibana Asuka
A-vote to Drizzt
The targets at or around the Healing Cap have changed completely, so that means someone other than who I was planning gets Equalized~ later in the round. I actually sort of appreciate getting knocked to "Heavy Positive;" now that I know I won't be winning, I have nothing to fear from retaliation.  _________________
"I am matter... I am antimatter.... I can see your past... I can see your future.... I consume time... and I will consume you!" |
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Kyo Little Faith

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 472 Location: Indefinite
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 3:42 pm Post subject: |
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She'd been wandering aimlessly through the caves almost as soon as the local around her had changed from the bleak cityscape, leaning against the moss-covered walls for support as she ambled. Her feet seemed to still have some measure of vigor in them, unlike her arms, which felt dead to her despite the nerves sending her sensations--of touch, of warmth, of pain. Her senses felt dulled by the place--the small plant life was so large in number here that it created somewhat of a supressing, dampening effect on her perceptions. Or perhaps it was just her. Half of her wanted to stop and just lie down where she stood; to let go and forget everything around her for a while, like she had done before. The other half knew that she wasn't physically tired, and viewed stopping as an impossibility.
For if she was to look down, and were to see how violently her hands were trembling...
In a burst of anger, Akira ripped her helmet off and flung it forwards into the darkness of the caves, as far as she possibly could. The skull-emblazoned headgear flashed once before it was completely swallowed up by the lack of strong light ahead, and made a noticable -thud- a few moments later. Something in the back of Akira's head told her that the sound wasn't from rock-on-plastic, but she was too distraught to bring that to mind. Her chest was heaving unnaturally fast, as her breathing was far more labored than it should be--signs of overexertion, although she was fine. There was nothing wrong with her. Her face--no, her head felt like it was burning up, and she could feel sweat starting to form on her forehead, but she was fine.
I... feel... What did I feel, at that time? When I covered myself in a lie... When I drew the wrong idea from what they warned me of... When I donned that lie for the sake of self-gratification!
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"But for someone like you, with your reputation, and your abilities... It's dangerous! If you don't have a resolve outside of when everyone is in danger..."
“I’m also afraid people might see that, and use those doubts against me…or even worse, my friends. Even knowing that, I’m not even sure how to find another reason to fight. But I know I at least have to try.”
"You don't feel strongly enough about *anything* besides your friends' welfare. You could get manipulated so easily right now..."
"That same self-doubt you have answers your own questions. Because you fear your friends might be hurt because of your doubt only reinforces your concern for your friends’ safety.”
"One devious mind, Akira. It'd take one to unwrap your thoughts and twist them in a way that even you wouldn't recognize!"
“The evil had come to destroy the world, had actually come into *existence*, because the people were afraid of what would happen without their defender. The world had literally nearly come to an end because of their fear.”
"You need to find something to believe in, Akira. A belief to temper your hands behind. Otherwise... if we end up fighting again, you'll be caught in something not even Daigo can free you from!"
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Just what have I learned!?! I felt so in control, so *right* when I put the helmet back on... but it was just my own way of comforting myself! I gave up on my own quest when I heard Nova's words! I didn't understand then! There was no wrong in what she said... but I readily accepted her comfort as an excuse to stop trying to find my own reason to fight! And I could feel it at the end, against that 'Malak'...
The parting blows, the rush, the exhilariation of fighting him... I began to abandon even my excuse to fight him, began to enjoy being there for the sake of fighting itself! I even lost what small reason I fought for in the past! I can't be Gedo High's Akira anymore; because that Akira was no different from me now! That helmet isn't a symbol, it's an escape!
Her legs began to tremble at that point. Then... up until now, have I just been fighting out of sheer pleasure? Disgusing my intentions behind taking care of those close to me and treating success as a side-benefit? No, I couldn't have! They're all too dear to me for me to use them as mental justification...
Or... is it that because I don't want to lose them so badly, that I use them to justify my actions all the time?
I... don't want to go on like this... I can't fight this way anymore.
Akira slowly sunk to her knees and buried her now-sobbing face in her gloved hands, even as they shook uncontrollably.
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A few minutes later, she shakily got to her feet and began stumbling forward again, leaning against the cave walls again. The tears still streaked her face, their moisture stinging her cheeks as she pressed onward, knowing that it wouldn't take much for her to break down again. Her entire body felt like it was trembling, like it was burning up. Sweat was now freely dripping from her forhead, running down and mingling with the tears she had shed. Her eyes were barely open enough to see the way in front of her, following the faint glow of the moss.
Haha... it's not a big deal... yeah... I'm fine. Perfectly fine. I just need to go, to go and get my helmet... yeah. Silly me, tossing it back there.
After a few minutes of stumbling into the ever-present dark, Akira came upon two figures she knew somewhat well pending her entry into this tournament mess.
Two quiet redheads, even.
Nova and Shizumaru turned in suprise, both of their eyes widening when they saw her--although she had no idea why they were suprised. She was perfectly fine, after all.
She noticed Nova holding her helmet. "Ah... t-there it is. Could you..."
Her legs decided to fail her at that point. _________________
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Lisa Pumpkin Queen

Joined: 03 Jul 2002 Posts: 1848 Location: Fa'Diel
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 3:58 pm Post subject: |
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Using my Unlucky Coin on Culex. |
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San Draco Elven High Wizard

Joined: 08 Jul 2002 Posts: 908 Location: Faerun
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 4:29 pm Post subject: |
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(Some spoilers in here: you know the deal by now, I'm sure.)
Malak took a few steps back, he knowing that there was no chance that he could defeat Revan at his level of power. After all, it was not determined that Malak could win in the first place, Revan always having been stronger than his pupil.
He brandished the silver-bladed sword in front of him, a glare cutting across the distance between them. "I see... you have powers that you haven't yet revealed. A pity, though... we could have ruled the galaxy, you and I."
Revan shook his head and continued on to his student. "We were going to rule the galaxy, as master and apprentice. But you decided that wasn't going to be enough: you wanted to be the master yourself, and you tried to kill me." A wistful smile crossed the Jedi's face. "If it wasn't for you, I would still be entrenched in the Dark side."
The Sith laughed his cold, mechanical laugh. "And now you are proceeding back down that road. You wanted power to defeat the Mandalorians, so you used the Star Forge. Now you want the power to defeat me. Even if you defeat me, I'll still be victorious." A cold stare. "I have foreseen it."
The Hunter came out of the shadows, badly wounded, but still standing. "He's gone. I got a good hit in, but he disappeared into the darkness. Still... that leaves the way open for us to defeat you, Revan."
The two scions of the Dark side dashed towards Revan, both with their weapons at the ready. They attacked at the same time, Malak swinging his blazing vibrosword at Revan's neck, the Hunter attack his chest and torso. Impossibly, Revan leaned back, ducking under Malak's attack, while his lightsabre caught both of the Hunter's blades, and the Jedi flung him back. Then, spinning with his own momentum, Revan spun around and lashed out with a kick, hitting Malak in the side of the face and knocking him aside.
Both of his opponents got back up on their feet, and attacked again. This time, Malak used his Force Leap to increase the power of his attack: even though he was no longer using a lightsabre, the damage would still be incredible. The Hunter, on the other hand, dove in low, in the double-strike thrust that had caused Drizzt so many troubles when he was younger. Once again, however, Revan used his now-phenomenal speed to counteract the blows, lightly leaping up and landing on the Hunter's two blades and blocking Malak's blow with his lightsabre: the momentum of the attack drove the Hunter's arms into the ground. As Malak landed, his former master pushed outward with the Force, and once again, the two Dark side combatants were flung away.
The Hunter, now becoming used to random effects of the Force, managed to land on his feet. Malak, however, was flung against the metal wall of the Outcast base, and he was wobbling as he got back up to his feet. While the Hunter managed to keep Revan busy (mostly by staying just outside of sabre range,) that left the Sith lord as the perfect target for Drizzt, who hit him in the back with his scimitars. They cut through the armor and into Malak's flesh, causing the latter to wince in pain. He spun around, slashing with his vibrosword... and hit nothing. The drow had, once again, blended into the shadows, his lavender eyes seeing Malak even through the dim light.
For a moment, Malak was left alone, with danger all around him. Then he smiled. "There is a location that we haven't gone to yet, that you would be most interested in, Revan. Indeed, you've spent quite a bit of time looking for it. Perhaps... perhaps we should go there." Even as he said this, the walls of Undercity Taris began shifting and warping, slowly settling into an even higher-technology facility than the Star Forge. A large galactic map dominated the room, but that was not the thing that grabbed Revan's attention. It was the palpable feel of the Dark Side. Every instrument, gauge, and tile was tainted with it; every breath seemed to invite the Dark side into the body.
Revan knew that place: the place where his fall to the Dark side had began, and so many hopes had been crushed. "The Star Forge."
"Indeed." Malak's voice seemed to echo in the cold, metallic room. "The Star Forge. An artifact that was constructed as a monument to power, and that power consumed those that had built it... because they lacked control. You and I, on the other hand... we controlled it. We bent the Star Forge to our control... even as it bent us to the Dark side. I think that it could do that again."
Revan grimaced. "Never again, Malak. I won't fall again!"
Meanwhile, the Hunter and Drizzt had found each other again, and were battling in the galactic map, their blades tearing up entire worlds and solar systems. However, due to the power of the Dark side, the Hunter was again regaining the upper hand. With one powerful blow, the evil side of Drizzt knocked him out of the map, and the drow skidded across the floor, stopping not far from where the two Jedi were.
Revan dashed forward, and attacked with his lightsabre. Once again, Malak was fast enough to block the first blow, but the next blow came impossibly fast, a thrust that cut through Malak's armor and partially vaporized one of his ribs.
Despite the damage, his mechanical voice was still strong. "Very well then. I surrender." He let the vibrosword drop, though Revan could tell that he had another plan ready. "Strike me down, Revan. I can't offer any resistance at this point. Besides... it is your destiny to cut me down: I see that now."
And so he did. He had a premonition: Revan would strike, and Malak would fall. But yet, in so doing, Revan could very well lose everything... that was the gamble that Malak would make. But, even as he was helpless, Revan was caught cold. One of the earliest tenants of the Jedi Council was that no Jedi should kill an unarmed, helpless opponent. To do so would be to kill in cold blood, and that would start the slippery slope down to the Dark side.
Malak capitalized on his temporizing nature. He raised his hand, and he activated the Death Field. Both Revan and Drizzt were paralyzed by the gripping pain, as Malak literally ripped the life from their bodies. Suddenly, the Sith seemed much more powerful, and he pointed a finger at Drizzt. "As for you... you are the entire reason why I'm here. As soon as you are defeated, then I can exit your body and continue on my way... With, or without, Revan's death. Either way, I will win."
The electricity increased, as Malak took another step closer. "Your Hunter nature has enough power to stop me. You, on the other hand... You couldn't save Zaknafein, the weapons master who became your father. You couldn't save Malice, your own mother, from the self-destructive course of her own house. And, of course, you couldn't save your beloved Guenhwyvar from Alton DeVir's control. Do you remember that? You had to destroy the creature, capitalizing on its undying nature to serve your own ends!"
Drizzt's mind, numbed with pain and clouded by the battle he had just fought in, was in no position to stop Malak's mental domination. Slowly, but inexorably, his mind began to crack under the strain, as the Hunter strode towards him, both scimitars whirling in preparation for the next kill...
There was a sudden blaze of light and a shower of sparks, and the lightning died. As Drizzt's eyes slowly opened, he saw Revan standing tall above the fallen Malak, lightsabre poised to strike. The Drow's eyes widened as he saw what few other people had seen... the bottom part of Malak's face. Revan's blow had completely disintegrated Malak's face-shield, and there was nothing between Malak's upper jaw and his throat except for empty air: the lower jaw and much of his throat had been replaced by mechanical implants, only two of which were still active: the voice command, and the oxygen-producing machine. Barely enough to keep him alive, even in the mental landscape.
The Sith glared at his former teacher, then burst out laughing. "Just like old times, Darth Revan." He took a long look at Revan's now-pale eyes, the first mark of the Dark side. "Just like old times." |
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Thirdtwin the original -SHINING JUSTICE-

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 803 Location: in a box of mistery
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Red 4.1 -Dancing Flames-
"Well, now. This... is becoming quite a party, now... ain't it?"
The two glanced up, watching the porcupine-headed youth's approach with cautious eyes. Oddly enough, despite the slight limp in his step, the dragging, scraping sound that drowned out the now-faint sounds of chanting, despite the obvious pain he must be feeling (as the still-reddening bandages could attest to), Red was smiling. Nova looked at that smile, and shivered, unconsciously cradling the skull-emblazoned helm. Shizumaru, incapable of facing the man, turned instead to Akira, bracing her collapsed form--his still-healing body protested the sudden movement, but Shizumaru, by now quite familiar with pain, put it aside.
"I was... listening earlier. Was... about to say, Nova... you're lucky." Confusion began to seep into her crimson eyes as he continued to speak, dousing the shock. "You're afraid, aren't you? Of... the power you've obtained? Of... the person you're becoming?" To this she could only nod. "Well... at least you have a choice about it. You can let the past rule your present... sure you can. You can succumb... to that darkness that you fear so much. I... imagine it would be easier, in some ways." Bitterness, now, dark and corrosive, began to leak from his mouth. "To let it come out. To give it... free reign. To not give a damn about the consequences afterward--"
"Stop it." Here Nova spoke up; Red picked up an imploring, almost pleading note in her speech. Funny, now, how clear everything was becoming: the chants, an undercurrent to her voice. The flickering torchlight dancing in her eyes, dancing with the deep pain she must now feel, pain reflected in the posture of the swordsman behind her. "If you heard us talking, you must have heard that Shizumaru wasn't himself then, that it was Ameki who--"
"EXACTLY MY DAMNED POINT!" As he yelled, his smile seemed to grow of its own accord, distorting his face with a strange sort of half-madness. Oh, I'm a bastard, was the only coherent thought in his head; the rest was crimson. "Unlike some here, you don't have to yield to the darkness of your past, the darkness in your soul. You can use your powers for good... you could even refuse to use them. You don't have to make a deal with the devil!" He chuckled; the harsh laugh bounced angrily off the walls. "But, like I said, it's your choice. Devilman here made his own damned choice; we got some of the results of that last night. I... I don't even have a choice. Funny shit, ain't it? The man gave me power... power enough to claim vengeance in the name of -justice-!" Another laugh, bitter and taunting; his mouth stretched even further, almost desperately. Akira, in her weakened state, flinched slightly. Shizumaru continued to look away. "I got power alright. And yet I can't do a damn thing with it. I don't have a 'choice' in the matter, you see--I HAVE to use it for good. Otherwise, that's it. I'm dead, game's over, peace out. Probably a good thing--if it were my choice," he continued, the mad grin (for it was a grin now, quite beyond a smile) reaching its full width, and raised his right arm. "I'd have torched you right now."
His arm was aimed at Shizumaru.
It would be wrong of me to say "he pointed at Shizumaru", of course, for that would imply he still had use of his fingers. Those, along with his hand, and about three inches of his upper arm, were gone--still in New York, probably. What aimed at Shizumaru was a bloody (albeit well-bandaged) stump. Shizumaru didn't respond--Red couldn't even read his eyes with all the crimson in front of them, but he could see the tension slowly rising in his body.
He could still see Nova's eyes, though. And looking at them, he felt all the anger in his body simply crumple up and wither away, blowing away like dust (perhaps the parallel could be drawn to Shizumaru's reversion to human form). His breath hitched once, twice. The tears began then, rolling unbidden down his cheeks. His arm dropped to his side. Looking in Nova's eyes, his face suddenly felt a thousand pounds heavier, so he let that fall too.
"...I'm trapped in a damned box. I couldn't save my father, my mother or my sister. They give me power... the power to take revenge. And then I kill my father--I killed him, dammit! With this same right arm. The arm I lose during a tournament proposed by a guy who claims he can bring all of them back. I swear some god is frigging laughing at me right now. I can't save anyone... I can't change anything. All I do... is fail." Later he would look back on this moment with disgust... and not a small amount of relief. But in the heat of the moment, all he could do was cry. _________________ TT
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Procyon Raccoon Master Thief

Joined: 05 Jul 2003 Posts: 238 Location: Socorro, NM
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"Hey, Sly?"
Sly bristled. "Shhh!" he whispered. "Everybody in this whole mountain is going to hear us coming!"
"Sorry!" Keitaro yelped.
Sly glared at him.
"I mean... sorry."
Sly Cooper rolled his eyes and resumed the trek onward through the caverns.
"So where are we going?" Keitaro whispered.
"Down... there somewhere." Sly responded. "Not exactly sure yet. Wherever there's something to run off with."
The tunnel suddenly made a sharp turn, and reached an apparent dead end - the tunnel had seemingly caved in, and a large basalt block surrounded by piles of rubble apparently blocked any further progress.
"Um..." Keitaro mumbled. "Did we go the wrong way?"
"Hold on..." Sly peered carefully at the opening in the rock. A few blue sparkles danced along the bottom right corner of the apparent blockade. The raccoon stepped forward, running his hands along the rubble near the sparkles - and then began scooping it out, piling it up behind him. After about a minute of this, Sly began to feel air currents sweeping through, and soon enough, further reaches underneath the rock came up with no further rubble. Sly crouched and peered into the opening - it was just barely large enough to crawl through.
With his cane in front of him to sense any obstacles, Sly began the crawl through the small tunnel.
"Are you sure that's safe?" Keitaro asked from behind him.
"Yeah, yeah - I know what I'm doing here. Let's go!"
The sharp volcanic rocks tore at his clothes, but Sly quickly managed to squirm his way through the narrow passage under the barrier and out the other end - where the large, downward-spiraling sloped tunnel continued on into the blackness below.
Sly turned around and stuck his head in the tunnel.
"Are you alright back there, kid?"
"Um..." There was a long pause. "I think I'm stuck..."
Sly took a deep breath and shook his head. _________________
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Chapter 0: Return to Paris 0-1 0-2
Chapter 3: Battle of the Blackness 3-1 3-2 3-3 3-4 3-5 3-6 3-7
Chapter 4: The Red Menace 4-1 4-2 4-3 4-4 4-5 4-6 4-7
Chapter 5: Trouble in Paradise 5-1 5-2 5-3 5-4 5-5 5-6 5-7 5-8 5-9 5-10
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Rain The Hunter

Joined: 05 Jan 2004 Posts: 179 Location: Colorado Springs
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"Now, Darth Revan, slay your friend, and take your place at my side."
Drizzt looked over to Revan with emotions that bordered on disgust and betrayal, until a single word struck through the caverns of Drizzt's mind.
Now.
The word echoed through the Star Forge, and the distracted Malak didn't notice Drizzt move until it was far too late. With speed like a dire cheetah, Drizzt sprinted forward and slid both of his blades through Malak's back, their points slowly ripping through his lungs and out from his chest.
Drizzt put his mouth to Malak's ear.
A Jedi would not strike you down.
Malak's lungs gasped for air, his lungs quickly filling with his thick, dark blood.
But I am not a Jedi.
Drizzt ripped the blades from Malak's back, letting the Sith Lord collapse to the floor. His blood began to spill freely onto the metallic surface of the Star Forge, and Drizzt turned to face The Hunter, scimitars still dripping crimson.
"It ends here."
The Hunter raised his scimitars, and with an inhuman growl charged Drizzt.
"It ends here."
The Hunter was thrown back, sliding across the ground, his scimitars spilling out of his hands.
"You will trouble me no longer."
The Hunter lifted his head and snarled at Drizzt, but as Drizzt began to walk towards his fallen alter-ego, the Hunter found his head pushed down to cold metal, paralyzed.
"You are all that is dark in me, all that is wretched. All evil that I would unleash is in you."
Drizzt stood over the still-growling Hunter, scimitars still in hand, the blades gleaming in the light of the sun just outside the structure.
"And that is why you must survive. Your presence is a reminder of what I could be, and what I will never let myself become. Now go."
The Hunter narrowed his eyes at the Ranger, and before Revan's surprised eyes, the Hunter disappeared, absorbed into the confines of Drizzt's mind.
The world shifted again, from the dark chambers of the Star Forge to the brilliant throneroom of Mithral Hall. Gold and steel etched into every wall, pillar, and effigy, Revan could only look around in amazement at the wonders of the hall.
"You must leave. Malak will be regaining consciousness by now."
Revan nodded, his eyes returned to normal.
"The Force is not for my mind to know, Jedi Master. Perhaps someday we will meet again, and you will teach me the way."
Revan nodded again, and bowed to Drizzt.
"I will see you on the other side, Drizzt Do'Urden, good Ranger of Melikki."
Drizzt returned the bow, and when he came up, the Jedi was gone.
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Drizzt's eyes opened, and he was in Neverwinter. He knew the city well, and noted that he had reawoken in the city's core. The rythmic humming of the dark corridors made Drizzt anxious, and he felt Revan's hand atop his shoulder as the drow turned to face Malak. The Sith was strewn across the stone floor, his mind still writhing from its own encounter with death within Drizzt's mind. _________________
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Helmar Brilliant Reflection

Joined: 23 May 2004 Posts: 57 Location: Cephiro
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Nova watched the blood slowly drip from Red’s arm, his words echoing in her thoughts, her eyes turned inward.
I got power alright. And yet I can't do a damn thing with it.
“Why not?” Nova said, barely above a whisper.
Nova thought of what might have been the final minutes of Cephiro, of the children unable to wield spell or blade, but had managed to throw off their fear.
I don't have a 'choice' in the matter, you see--I HAVE to use it for good.
“There’s always a choice.” She said, a little louder. By throwing off their fear, they had accomplished more than even the Magic Knights. The anger in her voice plain, Red looked up to see what was happening.
They give me power...enough to claim vengeance in the name of -justice-
“Whose justice?” Nova was shouting now, voice echoing off the miles of tunnels.
I HAVE to use it for good
“Whose definition of good?” She noticed Shizumaru try to raise a hand to her shoulder to calm her, but she angrily shook it off. A faint breeze began to blow through the tunnels, causing her cape to flutter around her.
I can't change anything
“But have you changed yourself?” She stood up, staring at Red. The wind picked up, ruffling even Red’s hair.
She knew she wasn’t shouting at him anymore…
I can't save anyone
“Can you save anyone if you haven’t saved yourself?”
…she was shouting at herself.
The power to take revenge. With this same right arm…The arm I lose during a tournament proposed by a guy who claims he can bring all of them back
“Then cast it aside! Stretch out your hand towards the future!”
The wind was now a gale, causing Red to stagger back; even Shizumaru was forced to grasp Akira closer and hunker closer to the floor. Faint streams of wind could be seen to blow past Red. Thinking it was just dust, he raised his hands to cover his eyes.
His hands.
The wind died down abruptly. Where just minutes ago his right arm ended in a ragged stump was now whole, the pink of newly-healed flesh. Red slowly flexed it, an expression of awe in his face. Shizumaru blinked in surprise, then moved his shoulders tentatively. For once, his back had healed completely.
For a few moments, the two were so engrossed in their healed wounds that then never saw Nova collapse to the ground. She had one last thought before everything faded to black.
Healing Wind…that was one of…Fuu-chan’s…spells…
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R-vote to Shizumaru
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Magus Mr. Thou

Joined: 28 Nov 2002 Posts: 445 Location: Mount Zozo
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Cyan Garamonde – 5/2
A Tune for Salamando
“How dare you attack such innocent children, fiend?” Cyan growled. “I shall teach you a lesson you will never forget!”
The blades clashed.
The lizardman was wielding a strange, curved blade – it had a simple design, the only thing that really stood out was its crimson blade, which seemed to have drawn more blood than Cyan could possibly imagine. The Yuzurenai Negai’s faltering blue glow against the raw crimson red from the creature’s scimitar.
Cyan, however, was slowly losing ground as the lizard creature seemed to have almost infinite strength, and the azure knight was slowly pushed back. He was still weak from his previous fight, but he was not ready to give up just yet.
Suddenly, a serene tune filled the room and wisps of fire traveled towards the lizardman – with the corner of his eye, Cyan was able to tell that Lisa was playing the tune, and much to his surprise, the twins were very much capable of standing for themselves. Bud wasn’t behind, and quickly grabbed the bishounen wannabe – also known as Guri the Goblin, or as Guri the sexy Goblin, as he called himself.
“No. NONONONONO… Butt, no! Nisa...?!”
“Quiet, slave!” Bud said as he wrapped his arm around the Goblin and held him above his head. The Goblin opened his mouth to say something again, but couldn’t. As much as he tried moving his lips, he had found himself unable to, all thanks to a welcome Mute spell from Cyan. Lisa wasn’t paying much attention to him, being more focused on playing the song, and Bud threw Guri towards the lizardman.
Guri hit the creature with a sickening thud, grimacing as his head hit the its scaled skin. The lizard creature turned around to face the twins, kicking the poor evil Goblind away through the passageway – not a sound could be heard from him as he went, much to everybody’s relief - and darting towards the girl. Cyan was faster, though, and swung his blade horizontally, opening a rather big gash in the creature’s scaled skin.
The beast growled as, surrounded, it tried to recover from the blow received, but Bud was faster and the humid ground below shook as a mysterious tune came out from his harp, and Lisa quickly finished the lizardman off another tune with her flute – a sorrowful one – and several arrow shaped jets of fire flew towards the lizardman, knocking him down – this time, permanently.
“Wow! Nice one Bud. What’s it called?”
“I call it ‘Goblin Launcher'.”
“Speaking of goblins… where is our sla… erm, I mean, our minion?”
“I think he’s over there.”
The twins high-fived each other in celebration, but Cyan was too tired to celebrate, and leaned against the fungi covered wall as he sheathed his sword with a faint smile on his face as the two children went looking for their ever present pet goblin – not that Guir would ever admit it, of course.
“Oh-oh. If we don’t hurry up…”
“We won’t have to.”
“Soon, we’ll dispose of his body. This place is too dangerous for us to reveal ourselves just yet. All we have to do is to seize a fitting opportunity, and it will be soon. We just need to use this body for a few more hours… then, he’s done for it.”
1 R-Vote to Bud
1 R-Vote to Lisa
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Cyan Garamonde – Viscerotonic
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34 WP
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1 Cure, 1 Power Cure, Twin Sword, 1 Magi-Water, Purple Eye, Time Twister Items. _________________
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Lisa Pumpkin Queen

Joined: 03 Jul 2002 Posts: 1848 Location: Fa'Diel
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 7:15 pm Post subject: |
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". . ."
Cyan's Mute spell had not yet worn off the dazed and irate little goblin when Bud and Lisa finally located him. His eyes were still somewhat unfocused, but his face was twisted up in fury, and his mouth was moving as though he was speaking, though naturally no sound came out.
"Oh, get over it, slave. It worked, didn't it?"
"!!!!" Guri hopped up and down, shaking a fist at Bud.
"Well, Bud, I thought it was a brilliant technique."
". . . !" Guri stomped his foot in rage.
"Well, of course it was. It was my invention, after all."
". . ."
"Oh, get over yourself, Bud." Lisa rolled her eyes.
"I second her advice. You suck, Grud." Guri muttered various words under his breath that weren't suitable for their ears.
Bud snorted. "Like you're any better. That technique was the only use I've ever gotten out of you."
"EXCUSE ME?" Guri snarled. "You ungrateful little. . .what about all those soldiers I gunned down last round? What about all the fangirls I recruited in Seattle?!"
"Guri, those fangirls were useless," Lisa chimed in.
"That. . .that may be! But - but what about the SOLDIERS? HUH!?" He was practically foaming at the mouth with indignation by now.
"Pfft, beginner's luck. Anyone could've done that," Bud answered with a shrug of his small shoulders.
"BEGINNER'S - AARGH GRR RAR! THAT'S IT! IT ENDS HERE! I WILL DEFEAT YOU HERE AND NOW, I DON'T CARE ABOUT MY PLAN! I CAN TAKE OVER THE WORLD BY MYSELF!" With a not-so-mighty roar, Guri charged at Bud, his axe held high. "I will defeat you with the power of my EVIL heart! RAAAAA-OOF!"
Lisa had cut off Guri's war cry and attempt on Bud's life by slamming her broom into his stomach, knocking him back against the wall, and also knocking the wind out of him. She smirked as the goblin gasped for air.
"Wow, thanks, Lisa." Bud blinked, a little wide-eyed. "You saved my life."
"What are siblings for?" Lisa lightly punched him on the arm, then pointed her broom at Guri. "Come on, let's take psycho slave here and get back to Cyan. I'm sure he's wondering where we are. And it's not a good idea for us to be separated for long, anyway. I think I dropped some candy back there, too."
"You remember which way we came, right?" Bud asked as they strolled down the hall, an even more disgruntled goblin sliding along the ground behind them.
". . ." Lisa stopped short, a nervous smile on her face. "Actually, Bud. . .I was hoping you remembered. . ."
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San Draco Elven High Wizard

Joined: 08 Jul 2002 Posts: 908 Location: Faerun
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 7:20 pm Post subject: |
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Slowly, Malak's mind recovered from the ordeal of "death." While his mind had not actually gone to... wherever Sith lords went where they died, the trauma of the incident was still vibrant in his mind. As the saying went, "The mind made it real." Thankfully, his face mask was still completely undamaged, and his lightsabre was still at his side. For all of their cunning and power, the Light siders had not deprived him of the tools that he needed to cause death and suffering.
For some, they would wish that Revan had had the foresight to do so. For Malak recalled the mind that he had twisted earlier, the woman that had concealed her face behind a mask, even as he himself was forced to do. A slight thrill ran through Malak's body as he thought of how easily he had gotten into her mind, and the sheer... passion, that the woman had. Passions that could easily lead to the Dark side, if Malak could find her again.
However, in the twisting subterranean realm, that would be quite the accomplishment indeed. Some of the tunnels rounded on themselves, and others were dead ends with pit falls that made the name all-too-real. As well, the intense heat dulled Malak's senses, and even though he couldn't lose his breath, due to his mask, it was still enough to be mildly distracting to him, and even the slightest distraction could prove fatal. All of this was known to Malak, but he had one piece of insight that drove him: he had seen himself meeting with this 'Akira' underground, in tunnels that looked much like the one he was in currently. That alone was enough to drive Malak to dare the underground.
In the darkness, he could hear hissing, and chants, and the slight sound of padded feet on the stone. More than once, the Sith glanced behind him, but in the gloom, there was little he could see. That was, until he ignited his lightsabre.
The sudden red glow illuminated a group of four lizardmen, three armed with spears and the other with nothing more than a walking stick, much as Master Vrook had. Excepting the size, of course... Before the lizards could do anything, Malak lashed out with his Lightning Storm, the sheer power crackling from his fingertips, as though the entire encounter in Drizzt's mind had barely slowed him down: in the mentalscape, after all, both exhaustion and wounds were fleeting.
Two of the lizards were fried by the electricity. The third melee attacker charged forward, but Malak raised his hand and clenched his fist, invoking his Kill power. As predicted, the lizardman died. However, the last one didn't seem as interested to fight: nor did he seem afraid. If anything, he was... interested. "Magic."
Malak narrowed his eyes. "Yes, something like that. But it's a magic far greater than what you know."
The lizardman nodded, then considered. "Sshow me."
Malak literally laughed at this. "The only powers that I could show you, and that you could see, would kill you. Although... there is another one..."
"Yess..."
Malak raised his hand, and Drained some of the power from the lizardman. "I could take much more from you, but I want you alive."
"For what reassson?" The shaman's perpetually calm demeanor was grating on Malak's nerves.
"Information. There is a woman in these tunnels, with a rounded helmet and leather. Do you know of this one?"
Finally, the calm was broken, as the shaman hissed, "Yess! Sshe iss here, with her accursssed leather! Although..." His tone diminished as he mastered his emotions, "Sshe iss badly wounded in both body and mind. We were on a raid for her and her three friendsss when you sstopped usss."
Malak shut off his lightsabre. "Show me the way to her, and you will both escape with your life and with the credit for the girl's demise. Otherwise... I am sure that your culture knows what happens when an inferior counters the purpose of his superior." The Sith's eyes narrowed as he winnowed the memories of this shaman, finding the useful tidbits of information. All too soon, he found them...
..."Then cast it aside! Stretch out your hand towards the future!" The voice was that of a woman, screaming at the top of her lungs. Malak had tracked the sound of her voice for some time, but now, he had finally found the cavern in which she and her friends were at...
Malak stepped out into the wan light alone. The lizardman, as soon as the screaming had started, attempted to sneak away. His now slashed and burned body would serve as a delicious meal for some cave vermin, the Sith lord was sure. At any rate, his eyes scanned the room. The woman from earlier; a man with blue, porcupine-shaped hair; another red-head with a somewhat impressive array of weapons...
And his quarry. Malak, feeling another battle to be soon joined, ignited his red lightsabre and stretched his left hand towards Akira, Dark side energy gathering around it. "That woman belongs to me. Give her to me... though you won't be doing that, will you?" A slow shake of the head. "Why must they always do things the hard way?" He began advancing towards Akira, apparently unconcerned with the others, though he was fully alert and prepared to kill any one of them that attempted to oppose him...
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Procyon Raccoon Master Thief

Joined: 05 Jul 2003 Posts: 238 Location: Socorro, NM
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 8:14 pm Post subject: 5-3 |
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"What do you mean, stuck?"
"I mean... I can't get any further."
"Ugh." Sly sat down, leaning back against the wall. This was way, way more trouble than it was worth. "You did take that armor off first, right?"
"Hey, I'm not quite that stupid..."
"Alright, let me see what I can do here..." Sly turned around his cane to hold held his cane by the tip, and inserted the weapon forward into the opening, holding onto the end as he extended his arm in as far as it would reach.
"Can you grab onto it?" Sly asked.
"Um... yeah." Sly felt a tug on the end of the cane, and braced himself as he pulled the cane outwards toward him.
"Ow ow ow ow! Quit -" Keitaro let go of the cane, and his own pull suddenly acting against him, Sly went tumbling backwards along the sharp ground.
Sly dusted off his clothes and got up. This was exasperating. He had things to steal!
"Wait..." Keitaro interrupted. I think I've got it. Just a -"
There was the loud sound of tearing fabric.
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Moments later, Keitaro emerged from the opening, stood up, and dusted off his hands. "There. I knew I could get out of there if I just -"
But Sly Cooper was just standing there, his hand shielding his eyes.
Keitaro's clothes were, of course, missing. _________________
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Lisa Pumpkin Queen

Joined: 03 Jul 2002 Posts: 1848 Location: Fa'Diel
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 8:19 pm Post subject: |
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Bud threw Guri at a blonde teenager and a green-haired PKer who asked for Lisa's member address.
Guri whined.
The twins ignored him.
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